Invocation by Hairbrush

Hardy brown rushwood bristles
Hardly leaping circle fog
Heard down drowning backlicks out now in badwidths
Hierophant's bliss
Sitdthing over spit and slie again
Like luckless gutless loons borne broken-homed on hanging breast
Run down, heartlost, air sinking shush
High, o rare bird, reand and brasze Ubu Roi
Hover-ordered out to mount
Art sneaking, hairdew brushes out
Haben---

 

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